Life is what you make it. Here's where you'll find how I'm making my life as a parent, a filmmaker, an actress, and perhaps come across some humor along the way.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

In the other room, Little Guy is playing the sweetest song on the piano. It’s one he’s recently learned and you can hear through his playing, how focused he is on the music. Each note is clear, the volume strengthens and softens, and the phrases build and fall. I could listen to him play that song all day. I’ve asked him to play it again, but he told me five times is enough and he’s ready to move on to the next piece. He might be ready, but I’m not. His playing has given me the most peace I’ve had all day.